Zena

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As is the norm these days, I met this Kalliope named identity on the internet (a woman as the name proves) and upon searching the meaning of her name, I learned Kalliope meant beautiful voice. I smile now because I realise ever since meeting her, that’s all she’s ever been to my ears, a beautiful, encouraging, truthful spontaneous-extraordinaire kind of person.

Now I’ve always battled inner demons that have drawn me to the unhappy and dark side constantly. Most of these demons thrived on my insecurities and lack of common sense at some point in my life although less so at the moment. Well just like everyone else, we have voices in our minds that speak of wisdom and point us in the right way, but it’s up to us whether we choose to shut them up or take them up on their sensible offers.

Kalliope was one of those voices that spoke of sensibility to me. She never hesitated in pointing out that the path I may be walking down on could be disastrous to me. She voiced out wiser thoughts in my head that I was too stupid to apply, how much more listen to. For her, I am thankful and I want you to know my dearest Kalliope, that you are someone people have a lot to learn from. You are an inferno of blazing cheerfulness that lightens up my mood constantly.

Counselling me and listening to me was what I needed and you were there to give me just that as far away as you were, and yet you knew me more than anyone stuck by my side physically. A kind heart as yours deserves nothing but well wishes for happiness and realisations of yearned dreams. Thank you for being a devoted friend.

Signed, Zena.

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